Well. Hopefully this will be slightly more interesting chapter. Starts off a bit slow, but to picks up as more characters are introduced. By the way people, I'm pretty disgruntled with the lack of reviews that I'm getting. Honestly, what's supposed to keep me motivated write if no one leaves reviews. EITEHR REVIEW OR I'M GOING ON ANOTEHR SABBATICAL.

Preach Pervert—Chapter 5

Buffy looked out the window as the car sped down the road. The last thirty minutes had been spent in silence. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the window and Angel, trying to figure out what his next move was. The lids were heavy with exhaustion, but she fought to keep the open. Everything felt weak. It had been days since she'd had anything to eat, or drink apart from any alcohol Angel fed her to keep her numb. Who knew what else he put in it. She hadn't felt like she'd been drugged, but then again she never was into the drug scene and wouldn't know the difference. Angel's eyes occasionally flickered in her direction, keeping a close watch. He didn't think she would try to get away while in the car. Then again, he had severely underestimated her courage. Never had Angel had so much difficulty in breaking a girl. She wasn't ready to be brought in yet, but what other choice was he left with? He just hoped the boss wouldn't take it out on him. It wasn't a wrath he ever wished to experience again.

"Where are we going?" Buffy demanded breaking his train of thought without looking in his direction.

Slightly taken aback by her forwardness Angel replied, "City of Angels, beautiful."

"Why?"

"You'll see," a sinister smile crawled across Angels face.

The look made Buffy's stomach turn. She wished to be back home, lying in her bed with a book. Why was this happening to her? Is this God's idea of a practical joke? Her parents wouldn't even be home for another week. Buffy imagined the look on her parents faces when they walked in the house and realized she wasn't there; that she was never coming back. Tears again stung her eyes at the thought of never again seeing her parents. They would never find her. Who knows what kind of life was ahead her or even if there was a life. Buffy fought back the tears refusing to give Angel the satisfaction of seeing her cry again. She'd always had thick skin for a girl. Tough and fearless were always words used to describe her. She had never really been afraid of something bad happening to her, believing she would be able to take care of herself. Now she knew the truth. She wasn't as strong as she believed herself to be.

As time pass Buffy grew increasingly weary. It took everything she had not to fall asleep. She longed for food, water, a shower; anything that would make her feel less like a slave. The sun had long set and Buffy pushed her tousled blond hair out her face. The city lights had become visible and expanded as far as she could see. She had been the LA a few times with her parents, but wasn't familiar with it in the least. "We're almost there," came the deep voice from the front seat. He was looking at her in the rearview mirror. Buffy forced herself to sit up straight and watched as they passed through the busy streets. Night crawlers had come out of hiding and roamed the shadows of the city. Despite the amount of lights brightening up the city, the night still managed to hold the promise of something dark. People lined the streets, intoxicated, waiting to get into bars and clubs. Prostitutes and drug dealers moved freely knowing that the shadows would keep their secrets safe. She had never seen this side of Los Angeles.

Finally the car pulled into an underground parking lot of large and slightly run down building. Angel got out of the car and walked around to where Buffy was sitting. He opened the door and pulled her out. "Welcome home, Beautiful," he said quietly biting at her lip. Their footsteps echoed as they walked across the barely lit parking lot. An elevator took them to their final destination, the doors opening to a large room. As they stepped out of the elevator a few pairs of eyes looked in their direction.

"What are you doing back already?" said a brunette sitting on the couch directly across the room. She was dressed in a tight leather outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Change of plans," Angel responded, pushing at Buffy's back, and forcing her to move further into the room.

The girl let out laugh and cocked her head to the side, "He is going to be pissed at you!"

"Shut it Faith, I had no other choice." Angel said in annoyance, "besides do you think I really care if he's pissed. What's he going to do? He needs me."

Another girl who had been analyzing herself in a mirror suddenly turned around and said excitably in an English accent, "Daddy!"

"Hi Dru," replied Angel as the girl moved towards them slowly.

"My, my, my, she is a pretty one," Drusilla continued, her long dress flowing around her as if the wind was passing through the room to give movement to it. "You know how I like them pretty." She was suddenly standing right next Buffy. Drusilla put her nose next to Buffy's hair, inhaling deeply. "She smells delicious. I just want to bit her. Please Daddy, can I play with her?" Drusilla asked and proceeded to lick the side of Buffy's face.

Buffy fought back a scream, feeling as though a rabid animal had violated her. Her body shuddered as she wished this woman to be far away from her. "I like when they're scared," Drusilla whispered in Buffy's as the giggled softly.

"You know you can't have her Dru. So step off," said Faith, "why don't you play with Anya."

For the first time the blonde who was reading a magazine perked up, "I think not. I let her have a turn with me last week. Why don't you let her play with you Faith?"

"Hell no. Besides," Faith stood up and ran her hands over her body, "I'm supposed be out there making money." She walked towards the elevator. The movement of her body was hypnotic. She was like snake, ready to strike at any moment.

Once Faith had left the room, Dru let her eyes fall to the ground. "Mean," she said and pouted as she retreated through a door to another room.

Angel gripped Buffy's arm tightly, "Come on," he said and started pulling her across the room. He opened a door on the far side and threw her into it. "You're going to stay in here, and you're going to keep your mouth shut. Got it?" Buffy nodded her head slowly as the door was slammed and she heard him lock it.

"Gee Angel, could you brood a little more tonight?" Buffy heard the blonde girl say on the other side of the wall.

"Already told you! She's not ready and she shouldn't even be here."

"He'll be back soon you know," the girl continued.

"I doubt it. It's still early."

"Fine, don't believe me. I love saying I told you so."

The room had a small bed in the corner and a mirror on the wall. She walked over the window that had bars on it. She gazed out looking down. The window was at least 12 stories up. Buffy watched the small people walking along the street. She finally broke down and started crying letting herself fall to the floor. Her body was aching, bruises covering her formerly creamy skin.

What seemed like an eternity but was only minutes, Buffy heard more people enter the room on the other side of the door. An angry voice that she didn't recognize started talking, but she couldn't make out the words.

"I had to come back," Angel said loudly, "she's in there."

Suddenly Buffy heard the door being unlocked and it swung open. She looked up at the tall blonde man from where she was curled up on the floor.

He stepped into the room and with an English accent said, "Hello, pet."

Oh no, Spikes here. Time to figure out exactly what kind of character he is going to be. Keep in mind Spike is just as evil as the rest of them if not more. This is however Buffy/Spike romance. It's going to be very interesting to see how this plays out. Keep reading. And REVIEW the damn story